by phillipw | Mar 11, 2025 | Uncategorized
Anathemas Are Never Pronounced Against Mount Sinai Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Those things that cannot bring themselves to move Are what the prophets tend in silence. Stones Are what the prophecies...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2025 | TR
Against Screwtape’s Missal He knows the tongues of stones and dunes and sand, Those tiny rocks that only mystics know. He knows the languages that wind has fanned Across the deserts till they meet a mesa’s glow And dryness. Tumbleweed, mesquite, the best...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2025 | Uncategorized
Heavenly Spheres of Orange Groves In my father’s house are many mansions If I could hold your hot heart in my heart, Then heaven would heal. That paradise would be A paradise that God alone might chart If he were everywhere. That God could be Surveyor of the citrus...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2025 | ME, OR, TH
Worse than Whomptyjawed Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We try to place a tulip vase to block A voodoo mask. The mask leers through, increased In size, distorted. Like a tomahawk The threat...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2025 | AE, BE, ES
Reverie and Hypnosis Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem His irises come not from seashore waves In Florida. Their Caribbean blue Smiles, ancient though, more ancient than the caves Where men first...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2025 | AL, AS
Constellations as Cathedrals Filled with Scientific Light Beside the seashore near my childhood home The stars are nearer, not just starlight; stars Themselves are closer in the heavens’ dome. It used to be that something like high haars Divided us from Alpha Tauri. ...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2025 | SE, TE
Pulling on the See-through Bell Cord Your heart is made of silk but mine is made Of lycra. When your veins are touched, they make No sound as if they fear an escapade With arteries that always feel an ache For thrills. The warning bells have disappeared And so your...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2025 | AE, AR, ES
Material Ideals Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The men who made cathedrals, workers, not The architects; the Indian men who built The temples, stone designs completely fraught With...
